Only A Wave

 

Only A Wave

 

I am the evening curve of odd months

that seek the length of time & tallies

in barter houses for good days

My eyes fly open, as quickly as a seal,

a small seal captured by a view of ice,

blue & sleek, as faraway as the longing

for love at a distance.

I am a souvenir brought back

from my ancestors after the first hunt

There is a celebration inside me

that hovers in an animal skin, that launches

friendly whistles & heated desire

On some days wild dogs drag me

into a temple in town

They leave me in a sacred grave yard

to explore the grounds

A forgetful monk hypnotizes my eyes

of chicory & licorices

A black cat crosses himself in passing

In the distance a twirl of angels

offer advice on wing expansion

A peacock clucks of vanity & preens

into a  lovely white pond

My feet squash wine into water

and it is a simple feat.

Even God credits its freshness.

He says it is a partisan well

in the land of new drunkards.

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Phil Sanders]

This really makes the reader think .. fascinating ....

[Tomás Ó C..]

Cats blessing themselves... well I never!!! Enjoyable read... good to get round to reading your stuff again!!!